Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.